Otherworldly Demons [A LitRPG and Isekai story]

Chapter 6 The Teacher

Waves of people roamed around him as Ash found himself walking midway through a giant intersection of white streets. Convoluted, mismatched, and chaotic yet familiar scenes existed all around him instead of tall buildings like he was in the middle of an unfamiliar mega-crossing.

He found out that he was now in his former body, wearing boxer shorts and his favorite shirt. It was the final thing he wore before he heard that voice.

Gazing at his former hands, he wasn't feeling all that sentimental as he thought he would be.

When he lifted his head, he could see a place that was too familiar for his liking. A building where a couple of white, featureless people come and go. He could even see a few of them act like they were talking to each other, even though they were all featureless humanoid figures.

There was a tiny voice inside his mind that told him to enter, but he didn't.

When he turned his head around, he could see more of such scenes. A huge white castle with the same figures guarding it while some march outside, an enormous white dragon being ridden by one of the white humanoid figures hurtling down some arrow in the distance. A tower with featureless figures wore white robes fit to their own unique sizes.

A giant bridge, a hotel, a mountain, a river, and all the other shapes that Ash could recognize but were all in white formed a convoluted, mismatched, and chaotic place, yet all jammed into a single city.

He wasn't bothered by it, so he brought his attention back to his walk.

Countless figures were going about their day. He was curious about what this place was, but suddenly, all the figures gradually stopped moving.

It was like someone had pressed the pause button.

Ash noticed that it was the same in every direction.

The place became eerily silent.

Ash started to walk, as he could no longer tell what would happen next. He made his way through the frozen-in-time streets to find an exit or a hiding place.

But then, his prediction came true. Even when he was already a few meters away from his initial position, more and more figures were frozen in place.

Gradually, their bodies, necks, and heads all turned to face him!

He wasn't sure why they were doing this.

Feeling their gaze, he couldn't sense any malicious intention.

He tilted his head to ponder it for a moment.

Huh, so they aren't going to jump on me.

Ash turned his head and found an opening. He started slowly walking in a direction, while the figures just continued to turn their faceless heads. Their feet slowly moved as they began to follow him.

Since they were harmless and this was a dream, he didn't mind anymore.

Eventually, he arrived in a blank area where all was white as far as the eye could see. Even the sky was an endless expanse of white, like he had just stepped out of a giant dome.

He turned around and saw that the faceless people were now gathered by the border of the amalgamation of blurry places, too far for him to see. They were all just standing there, watching him with their faceless heads, but strangely, he wasn't afraid of them but just felt an elusive sense of melancholy.

The countless figures bent their backs and bowed down to him. Instantly, they and their chaotic country slid off the surface of the glass, leaving a white expanse, riding the convoluted place with them.